Rain-washed earth
Still smelling like death
The flesh of moving animals
Not moving anywhere
Fried fish on the pan
Still tasting like flesh
Plants where the blood spilled
All smelling together
Death-filled water
Cat vomiting grass
Everyone vomiting
Vomiting sky
Oh dead memory!
Nature's indifference!
Forests, deserts
All devoid of qualities
Devoid of songs
Just beating on
Which sights have disappeared,
They were to disappear
Like discarded stories
The last meowing cat,
Lend me your ears
Death is great
Plain, skeletenous
Everything left behind
Down to the earth
No pull of menace of science
No falcons of faiths
Another planet
Another cosmos
Another dust
Mixed with water
To waterless sphere
To the void
Devoid of pain
Sreekala Sivasankaran
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Profound, masterly. The expression " the void Devoid of pain" stands out